'How… how many times has it been now?'
The thought drifted through Mya's mind like smoke, hazy and distant. Awareness returned slowly. With her legs splayed wide, the cold concrete pressed against her bare back.
Fingers buried deep between her thighs, she moved frantically, slick sounds echoing in the dim space.
She was naked. Completely.
The floor beneath her shone wet, drenched from her own relentless need. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin, the mole on her right breast rising and falling with every ragged breath.
Across the shed, Stiletto had moved them again. Lyria lay on her back on the floor, legs hooked over his shoulders, hips lifted high as he knelt between them. He thrust steadily, sweat slicking his chest and arms.
Lyria could barely speak anymore—only broken whimpers and gasps spilled from her lips.
"Please… just… cum…" she managed, voice cracked and thin. "Hurry—please—"
Stiletto grinned faintly.
"It's up to you," he said calmly, driving in again. "Make me."
Inside his mind, the thought came clear and focused: 'I can't make it easy for her. She has to work for it.'
He had been close to cumming—several times—but each time he felt the edge rising, he withdrew or switched angles, pulling back just enough to deny himself. His stamina wasn't endless. Lyria felt incredible, tight and pulsing, but he refused to lose control.
Not yet.
Suddenly, Stiletto felt the familiar coil tightening low in his gut—dangerously close.
With a low grunt, he pulled out completely, the abrupt emptiness drawing a weak, desperate whimper from Lyria.
Before she could catch her breath, he scooped her up from the floor—cock still rock-hard and slick—lifting her effortlessly by the thighs.
The Goddess's legs dangling at his sides, he carried her the few steps back to the workbench and laid her down on her back. Her head tipped slightly off one edge, hair brushing the floor. Legs spread wide, he stepped between them and pushed forward again, sinking his cock deep inside in one smooth thrust.
Lyria's breath came in short, stuttering gasps. "NnnGghH—you—"
He didn't let her finish as his hips rolled once—then snapped forward hard and fast. Each thrust sent her body rocking against the wood, her massive breasts bouncing heavily with her wide nipples erect and pointing toward the ceiling.
In the same moment, Mya's fingers sped up, circling her clit frantically as her moans grew louder. Slick sounds mixed with Lyria's moans, her own breath hot and erotic.
Continuing to pound his slave, Stiletto leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Just give in," he murmured softly, teasing. "And this will stop~"
A remnant of defiance flickered in Lyria's eyes…
Until it weakened, quickly fading in its entirety. She couldn't speak anymore, only breathless moans spilled out as her body rocked with every deep plunge. The Goddess could only withstand so much.
'At… at this point…'
And then, almost lazily, her legs wrapped around his waist—pulling him deeper…
A subliminal surrender.
Stiletto's smirk widened.
"That's good enough for me~"
He then sped up—relentless now—his hips snapping forward in quick, punishing strokes. Lyria's back immediately arched off the bench, a high, broken moan tearing free as her walls clamped down hard again.
'F—fuck me… ah, I can't stop this…'
She came violently, hips bucking upward, wetness gushing around his cock once more in sharp bursts.
The sudden tight, pulsing, and desperate squeeze finally pushed him over the edge. Stiletto then grunted low, burying himself deep one last time. "Your reward~"
He came hard, thick pulses filling her completely to the brim.
'Shit—that's a lot!'
Honestly, he was impressed with himself.
Back in the corner, Mya's fingers pressed deep—her own orgasm crashing through her.
She throatily screamed out, "I—I'm cumming too~!"
The naked maid's thighs quivered—a quiet, shuddering gasp escaping as she writhed against the drenched concrete.
The room seemed to pause—the air hung thick with sweat, musk, and breathlessness.
And then, suddenly, the crimson glow of the system flickered beside Stiletto.
He furrowed his brow.
'Huh… there's two?'
***
'Ahhh, sex might just have some competition with this~'
Stiletto exhaled deeply and stepped into the shower alone. Hot water cascaded over his skin in steady streams.
When he first arrived here, he had assumed showers wouldn't exist. After all, in worlds around this type of era, people usually only bathed. But the shock had faded quickly once he discovered this world was actually decently advanced technologically—the magic Bluetooth speaker serving as just one example.
Stiletto let out a blissful sigh.
'Nothing quite beats a nice, warm shower after a long day…'
He had sent Lyria back to her room earlier. She had moved slowly, almost listlessly, gathering her scattered clothes from the shed floor without a word—just a quiet limp away into the manor shadows. Stiletto's load had trickled down her thigh and onto the floor as she walked.
As for Mya, she had snapped back to reality at the same time. After a shy nod, she quickly gathered her own clothes, dressing fast, before slipping out of the shed without looking back.
'So cute…'
Under the hot water, steam rose around him as Stiletto tilted his head back, letting the heat wash away the sweat and musk still clinging to his body.
"Now let's see…"
Using the moment of quiet, he opened his system interface:
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[Skills]
{Fallen Goddess (Passive Ability)-}
Rank: Divine
Description: The Host owns a Goddess—a forbidden feat. As a Divine-rank skill, she is incapable of disobeying orders. Starting at Mortal rank, her potential is as infinite as her imagination. As the Goddess who governs systems, she inherently possesses one herself.
System: Unlocked (Allow transfer?)
Slave: Library Goddess—The Goddess of Books, Knowledge, Imagination, and Good and Evil.
Actual name: Lyria
Distance: 47 feet
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Stiletto's brow lifted slightly.
'Transfer?'
It seemed Lyria had indeed gained access to a system of her own… but the transfer still required his approval. Which was probably fine…wait. 'Actually, on second thought, it actually works in my favor!'
Pausing for a moment to think, he made a realization. The Goddess clearly wasn't in her right state of mind currently, and her life wasn't in any immediate danger. Therefore, it was probably better to wait until she cooled down before bestowing it upon her.
And besides… it served him well to have a device he could hold over her head. Having an extra trump card never hurt.
The only real downside was the progress she would miss out on in the meantime.
But once again… not really an issue.
Next, he searched his interface for the next update. It didn't take long for him to find it:
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[Skills]
{Conditional Giver (Passive Ability)-}
Rank: Flicker
Description: Grants the user the ability to gain 1 earned point whenever a woman masturbates and cums because of the user. The system will award 2 stat points if the user causes a woman to cum through sexual actions, and 3 stat points if the user cums inside the woman's womb—but none if the cum is anywhere else. The skill has the ability to evolve given the requirements are met.
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'Huh…'
Stiletto paused to think for a moment, and then suddenly a lightbulb lit up in his head.
'Ohhhh… must be because of Mya and the goblin, huh?'
After some thought, this was the only conclusion he could come to. Having seen Mya masturbate just moments ago, and not doubting that Patricia did the same in secrecy, it only made sense. The two friends had met the requirements for him.
'Lucky~'
A grin tugged at his lips for three reasons: firstly, he was ecstatic that his growth-chart just drastically changed with this new evolution of the skill. Secondly, also pertaining to the skill, was the fact that it included that it still had the potential to evolve—meaning there was room for him to grow even faster should he meet the requirements. And lastly… he was satisfied with himself.
Recalling the way Mya had melted on the cold ground, the Goddess spasming on his big cock, simply overjoyed him.
'More…'
After claiming the Goddess in the shed, he now had two women under him, and he was sure that eventually—probably sooner than later—Syril would follow not far behind.
He was undeniably selfish—after all, he wanted everything.
But even so, he still planned to drop Syril after cucking his own father. He hadn't forgotten a thing. Justice for Valerie—and revenge for the dark elf's smugness.
In any case, the dream he had always dreamed of was slowly coming to fruition. One where he had countless beauties of all shapes, races, and sizes to call his. But also to be the man who could not only have them… but keep them. He was far from it currently, but at least he was on the right track.
The past month spent with Mya, and the steamy shed had proved that.
Finally… finally, he could act without restraint—doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. No parents to hold him back from stepping outside, nothing to keep him from his vision. He'd even had sex with a literal Goddess. A divine-being.
And in truth, he felt unstoppable. It was hard not to.
With his hand pressing against the shower wall, he laughed delightedly to himself, eyes glistening. However, they quickly dimmed as he grew serious, choking back his arrogance.
'One step closer…'
***
Two days passed in a quiet blur as Stiletto stepped out of his mother's room, the door closing softly behind him.
Valerie had looked a little stronger today—still frail, still barely speaking, but the color in her cheeks had returned just enough to notice. He had told her about Valora, about the move, about Lyria being his "friend." Her expression had flickered—surprised, curious, and something harder to read, almost scared. As he turned to leave, she spoke for the first time in a while, voice thin and trembling, "Be… careful."
His heart tugged—both from the predecessor's old ache and the memory of his Aunt Winona. He had paused at the door, wondering what she meant by that, but the moment passed.
Instead, his mind drifted to her current state. She seemed to be slowly recovering—but who knew how long that would last?
Deep down, Stiletto hoped he'd find a cure soon—whether by identifying the strange illness and its treatment, or through a skill he might one day obtain. Perhaps Valora would hold answers, being the capital of Vesteia and all…
Nevertheless, the past two days had been simple. He continued fucking Mya whenever the mood struck—sometimes slow and lingering, sometimes rough and fast. She came undone beneath him every time, eager and breathless, orgasms crashing through her as she clung to him.
Lyria, though, had not been touched once since the shed. He made her watch instead—ordered to kneel or stand in the corner, silent unless spoken to.
He hadn't even spoken to her much himself, only issuing commands when necessary. She seemed impatient… but still covered it in lazy defiance, eyes simmering with quiet resentment.
Stiletto planned to save his questions for her on the long ride to Valora.
Speaking of pleasure, he had also fingered Patricia a couple of times—quick sessions that left her trembling and earned him a few more stat points. Nothing more.
And so after allocating all his earned stat points from the past two days, his stat page looked like so:
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[Stats]
{Main Stats-}
Strength: 16
Agility: 23
Vitality: 14
Endurance: 20
Intelligence: 18
Luck: 33
{Added Stats-}
Spirit: 26
Charm: 27
Cock: 70/120
Touch: 14
{Earned Stat Points-}
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Distributing the twenty-one points he'd earned gave him a noticeable surge of power. His dick now reached seven inches when hard, and Luck was currently his highest stat. He had also purposely spread his stats evenly, figuring that this early on it was smarter to gain a good, strong foundation than to just pour all his stats into a particular build.
As for school, the news of his departure had spread. Classmates seemed genuinely sad to see him go, some offering awkward hugs or promises to write. Charli, though, remained unchanged—still teasing, still calling him "loser" and "dumbass."
During their previous hangout yesterday, she had straddled his thigh, rubbing his cock through his pants with that same playful grin, laughing when he hardened under her hand. Stiletto had chuckled back, returning her jab by squeezing her hip and pulsing his cock underneath her touch. She smirked—although he could've sworn her face flushed for a moment as she dismounted. But his childhood friend then swiftly followed up with the same usual, light punch to his arm afterward—giggling.
It almost felt comforting.
'I might actually miss her…'
Over the past month since reincarnating, she had started to feel more like his friend, rather than just one tied to his predecessor. It was funny—Charli was his only real friend in either life. His very first one at that.
A smile lingered on his face.
Now, in the present, sunlight slanted across the manor grounds; the morning air was chilly—but warmer than usual. A carriage waited at the front steps, the driver holding the reins with practiced patience.
Mya stood before him, dressed in a soft gray long dress with thin shoulder straps. The fabric clung to her curves, her large breasts straining against the low neckline, cleavage spilling out in a generous display that seemed to fight to stay contained. Due to the slightly cold winds, her pert nipples pressed forward. Her fleshy ass pulled the dress tight across her thin waist, accentuating every line of her hourglass figure. Hair pinned above her head, a few loose strands fell softly around her face, framing her wrinkled forehead scrunched even further. She was clearly nervous, her body fidgeting.
Stiletto only grinned—playful, easy, and with a spark of warmth in his eyes as he ogled her beautiful form.
"…Ready to go?"
The married woman before him took a deep breath...
It was time to earn the right to stay standing beside her Young Master—no…
Her beloved.